“I heard some gunfire over here, come quickly!” An FBI officer by the name of Robert Wilson was urging his troop of other officers towards Hallway 1A in the vast prison filled with cells holding many criminals with a bad record. Robert and his troop were running through alarm sounds and broken lights, through overturned tables and shattered glass. He looked ahead into the hallway, and saw the body of a security guard lying on the ground in a pool of blood. They rushed to him, and Robert knelt down with his pistol in his grip and felt the blood.“It’s fresh,” He said to the rest of the troop.Robert heard more shouting at the end and he looked ahead. He sighted more flashing heard more gunfire.“What’s going on?” One of the officers asked.“Some prisoner scum in here managed to break out of his cell and killed a guard,” Robert replied with dissatisfaction,”we received a call from the prison guards here requesting for some backup.”“If the guards here can’t handle a single criminal, then he isn’t your average type,” One of the officers remarked.“You got that right,” Said one of the other officers with a small chuckle.They continued on where they heard gunfire. There was more shouting and Roberts heard some utterly foul language and some footsteps. It sounded like there was a lot of running.Suddenly, the lights that were still intact began blinking and flashing. The power is out now, perfect, Roberts thought to his annoyance. The lights began to fade and in time it was completely dark.“Everyone, turn on your tactical lights!” Robert ordered in the darkness of the prison.He reached over to the bottom of the muzzle of his pistol and flicked a switch. All the lights of his men were turned on one after the other, and the men were squinting their eyes, trying to get used to the bright light that blinded their vision. Robert shined his tactical light where they were going. There was nothing there, except for some shattered glass. “What cell was he in?” One of the officers asked. Robert thought about it for a second. What did they tell him again? When the prison chief supervisor called him requesting for assistance, he told him the cell that was broken out of.“They told me he was originally in 18C, in the corresponding hallway,” Robert answered with a slight bit of doubt,”I’m not so sure, but it’s worth checking. Move on, men!”They rushed with their guns pointed forward to the cell, the prisoner’s shouts urging them on to go faster. They arrived at the scene to see broken glass, another dead guard, and a key. Questioning himself with curiosity, he reached to his walkie-talkie, which was connected with one of the guards here at the prison, and activated it.“What’s your status?” Robert said into it, hoping for an answer.“The chief supervisor is K.I.A, saw the prisoner jump out the window, and I couldn’t stop him in time,” Robert heard a reply come from the radio,”We’re gonna have to track him down now.”“Damn! We’re gonna need some information about this guy! He seems pretty dangerous,” Robert replied with disbelief. Then he turned to his men. “Collect the key and some of the glass, because we’re gonna need to study this,” Robert ordered. The men scattered to collect the stuff.

“So what was he in for before all this stuff?” One of the officers asked.“He was charged for voluntary manslaughter involving a drug dealing incident, was charged for multiple homicides, and was counterfeiting,” Robert handed the officer the corresponding paper. “Here is his criminal record on paper.”The officer read the paper and handed it back to him. “He has no known name?”“From what I heard, his current known identity is known as The Killing Spree, at least that’s what people called him before,” Robert replied. He set the papers down on his desk and leaned back in his chair, thinking about what was going to happen. This would be one hell of a job to do, trying to catch such a criminal who even had a reputation on his name. He saw his M9 Beretta lying on the table, unloaded with the magazines around the gun. Robert took the gun in his hand, looking at its shiny and blackish-gray surface. The T.V hanging to the left of the office suddenly began making static noises. It was showing the news before but now the screen turned grey. Robert heard some extra noises in the background and assumed it was someone speaking, but was unclear. It began to get more clear as the static disappeared. It showed another man who was poorly dressed and had an insane look in his eyes.“Hello,” The man said with a sinister, light voice that sent a chill down Robert’s spine,”I just wanted to let the entire city know that I’ve planted a bomb up at the National Mall.” He began laughing in a maniacal tone as the entire room went silent. “It’s gonna blow up in 6 minutes, so you cops better hurry! Oh yeah, it’s also on one of the lamp posts on the outside.” That was Killing Spree, Robert said to himself. He had enough. Robert loaded the M9, picked it up, pointed it at the T.V, and fired it. The T.V screen shattered into a million pieces. The officers in the room jumped back in surprise and looked at him with peculiar expressions.“The hell are you guys waiting for? Lets go!” Robert shouted. He grabbed his keys and put the gun in his pocket. The other officers scrambled along with him.